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Tennis, anyone?

Another year, another Wimbledon, another two straight weeks of staring at the calves and forearms of men we’ve never heard of.

oh, my.

Hottest Tennis Player Under The Sun Andy Roddick was defeated before having the chance to face his nemesis, eventual champion Roger Federer, but can we leave him out? It would be almost unAmerican.

Even without our American Pie, the final four competitors certainly made for a delicious summer picnic. Defeated in the semifinals were:

Novak Djokovic, Serbia

Richard Gasquet, France

And once again, it was down to Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer for the final. In five brutal sets, Federer mercifully emerged victorious. C’mon, Nadal’s talented as hell, but who wants to watch a guy that looks like this make out with a bigass gold cup? Not me:

No, it was Federer, again, donning the white blazer for his fifth straight Wimbledon title. And that is one lucky trophy:

I was watching this on whatever day it was and Roddick was up by 2 sets and I thought to myself, “Self, he’s got this under control, let’s flip back to the Twins drubbing of the White Sox.” An hour later I hear he’s been defeated. Ridiculous. I feel like I, personally, let him down.

I was just a little pissed that NBC decided not to show the men’s semis until after the Women’s final and then proceeded to cut off the Nadal-Djokovic match before it ended. I was so looking forward to that match that I got up at 6am on a Saturday.

I also feel like it deserves mentioning that only 2 of the above mentioned players are over 21.

Grumble grumble hasn’t been the same since Borg and McEnroe and the demise of the wooden racket and the rise of that bloody German teenager Becker grumble grumble suppose I should have seen it coming when they stopped using white balls harrumph harrumph.